I actually had another idea when I saw that there was a barber shop a couple doors down from the hotel, and as I hadn’t had my hair cut since my last trip to Asia in April, I was due for a date with a barber. But when we walked in, the obvious gay guy in charge said they were just cleaning up that day and wouldn’t open until Monday. Oh well…
Our next stop was the Hotel Pelita next door and we asked to see some rooms in an attempt to further delay our taxi driver ‘friend’ from checking on us at the booking joint. The rooms at Hotel Pelita were pretty no frills, and while it was cheaper than the Island View, it was nowhere near as nice, and not nearly as centrally located.
We were pretty annoyed when we finished our room tour and still saw our cabbie out front. Plus, logistically, I needed to find an ATM before seriously looking in any booking place too. So we walked right past our annoying pest of a cabbie and down the hill to see if we could see an ATM. Of course the cabbie tracked our movements the whole way, as there was another booking place at the bottom of the hill.
I think the dude gave up when we disappeared around a corner and walked a couple of blocks in vain trying to find an ATM as we didn’t see him on the way back when we stopped at the booking place we had passed earlier. MongerX will have to supply the name, because I have no idea what it was.
The nameless place near Hotel Pelita did have a decent selection of girls, however, at ~ noon on a Saturday, and in a rarity for me, there was a quite aggressive girl in the fishbowl that appeared to REALLY want to go with me. She was very short and pretty squat looking, but looked to have HUGE tits. When mere eye contact and smiles weren’t enough, she actually came out and started putting on the hard sell trying to get me to book her.
While this was flattering, the bottom line was that nothing had ‘popped up’, which I had resolved to be a necessary event if I was going to take someone that early in the day. And also logistically, I didn’t have much cash on me. I told the girl I might come back later and hoped that Mx was ready to leave like I was. Luckily he was, though we did have a small conversation with a Singaporean Chinese guy who spoke excellent English and said he’d spent a lot of time in the States. I couldn’t really tell if he was trying to help us out or making fun of us, but he seemed harmless enough in any event.
Confident that we had finally ditched our taxi guy, we headed back across the street and up the hill to Hotel Pelita once more and wound around the path to the Karaoke lounge and then after a brief chat with the mamasan, to the back fishbowl area. I immediately noticed a dark girl with a MASSIVE RACK that was putting on her make-up, but in a very bizarre manner, when she saw me gawking at her, she picked up her cellphone, clutched it to her ear and ran out of the fishbowl, right past us, and into the ladies bathroom! Shit, how could my reputation have preceded me in a place I had never been to before?
There were still quite a few girls left in the lineup, but all I could think about was the big titted girl hiding in the bathroom and I was perfectly happy to wait for her to come back out so I could get a closer look. Of course she didn’t come out anytime soon, and the employees of the booking places don’t make it at all comfortable for you to just sit around and gawk at the girls in the fishbowl without at least subtle pressure to pick one and start spreading the rupiah around. As I didn’t HAVE a lot of rupiah in the moment, I certainly wasn’t in the mood to waste any, and sensing my restlessness, Mx quickly agreed that we could head back towards more familiar territory near whitey central.
We walked down the hill to the main road to get a taxi, but not without a little adventure when the first driver turned us down for a 10K ride! Greedy fucker! Mx then hailed the next guy that honked, and I couldn’t believe that he actually wanted to ride in a car that was falling apart that bad and, more importantly, didn’t have air-con. Mx insisted that it was only a short ride and basically told me to stop being a pussy. But that taxi was SERIOUSLY fucked up! DEFINITELY a candidate for MTV’s ‘Pimp My Ride’.
We ended up back at the malls with the idea that we’d hit Queens and Dynasty again to check out short time options. As we had done the last time, we hit Dynasty first, and the lineup seemed almost exactly the same to me as it had the first time I’d been there a couple days earlier. Mx again picked out some company right away while I waited for a bit to see whether I wanted to stay and if I saw something I liked.
My gaze kept going back to the chubby girl I had lusted after a bit the first afternoon there, and after waiting a bit to see if she smoked or not (she did, unfortunately, as did 90% of all the girls there), I finally invited her over for a drink. I was a lot more to the point with her this time, and was soon grabbing the goodies at every opportunity while she would playfully try and wiggle away. The more I played with this girl’s body, however, the hornier I got. She was NOT a small girl, but she jiggled in all the right places. In MY view of the female form that makes her ‘voluptuous’, but most of you would just call her chubby!
While killing a little time over drinks, Mx tried to explain to me the little in-house lottery they had that was shown on the TV monitors throughout the room. He said that it was called ‘bola’, and was kind of like roulette meets Keno in that you bet on one number out of 30+ before a single numbered ball was selected from a lottery-style air popper. Mx said he would play sometimes when shooting the shit with a girl, and he said the numbers cost like 1,000 rupiah, which was a little more than a dollar, and that the odds were similar to a straight bet in roulette.
I figured I’d get in the party mood and told my girl to pick a number and gave her some money for the runner girl that came along and collected the bets. Of course I didn’t have exact change, so I gave her something like 5,000 rupiah, and got a little steamed when I found out my little princess picked TWO numbers instead of the ONE I THOUGHT I had authorized. Oh well, another casualty of the language barrier, and, of course, looking back, I was worried about 20 cents! Ahh, funny money!
Of course all such thoughts were quickly abandoned when on the first play, my girl WON! Talk about a HAPPY cewek! It was like she’d won a new car or something (she won about 35,000 rupiah, I think – about 4 bucks) with the screams and hugs and kisses. COOL! She was even happier when I told her to keep the whole wad of money, something that even the relatively free-spending Mx thought was overly generous. I figured it was good karma, as I had big plans for taking my chunky chick upstairs for some short time fun and figured a happy girl would lead to a happy pecker. I was SORT OF right.
I was all set to take her up immediately at that point, but we ended up having to wait a couple of minutes because unknown to me before the event, my sweetie was trying to parlay her winnings by letting a substantial portion of it ride on the next number. When, predictably, she DIDN’T WIN, she looked a bit like her dog died for a minute, and I told her no more gambling, it’s BOOM BOOM TIME! She got the hint and was soon leading me to the staircase in the back leading to the short time rooms upstairs. MongerX and his girl ended up being right behind us up the stairs and getting the room directly next door – and the rooms had VERY thin walls.
The rooms also had very poor shower facilities, basically a faucet and a bucket, and this was the first time I had experienced something like this in Asia. As soon as we finished our little sponge bath, my girl decided it was time for me to hop on, but I told her I wanted ‘ice cream’ first, and she pretty obediently started sucking dick. She was pretty damned good at it too, and took instruction quite well. She got squeamish when the pre-cum started oozing, though, which really did make it boom2 time. And riding my chunky girl was a LOT of fun! She responded well to every thing I tried with her and was just a terrific partner all the way around.
The post-coital sponge bath actually felt GOOD as the water was cold and we worked up quite a sweat. I was very happy and was going to tip my girl, but then remembered the gambling windfall she had gotten and figured that was good enough. And my love of the afternoon said nothing about more money. The total cost for the short time with the girl including the room was something like 130,000 rupiah (exchange rate was 8700-1 during my trip).
Again, my timing was good as Mx was also ready to leave at the same time I was. We decided to walk back to the hotel, but ended up stopping at a food vendor where Mx was trying to get me to try some deep-fried bean curd. As I had never had bean curd before and it didn’t sound particularly good, I quickly declined. But it smelled VERY good and Mx assured me it was quite tasty, so I tried a bite and then ordered several more for myself. Good stuff, and DIRT cheap eating.
That Saturday afternoon ended up being quite a lazy one as Mx headed back for a nap and Bafana was still supposedly holed up with his previous night’s giant titted girl. Left on my own, I headed back out to use the internet and possibly get a haircut while also having half a mind to try and book a girl for the evening instead of trying my luck at the discos like I knew Mx was keen on doing.
This was my first time walking around on my own in Batam without Mx around, and predictably I got a bit turned around, which meant that I ended up walking for a couple hours straight trying to find a few places that I should have been able to find easily. The good news was that I was never actually LOST, but I DID have to take my first ojek (motorcycle taxi) ride to make it to the mall when I lost sight of it from the blocks I was on. Of course it ended up being less than a four block, 1000 rupiah ride! I couldn’t believe the driver didn’t laugh at me when I asked him how much or try and gouge me.
Strolling the streets near whitey central, I ended up passing a barber shop doing a brisk business and figured I’d head in and get the haircut I needed. I sat down in the first chair and merely tried to indicate in baby talk that I wanted my hair cut ‘short’. Well, I had to request a shorter cut THREE TIMES when the guy kept fucking it up over and over again and I was powerless to describe what I didn’t like about it because of the immense language barrier. Finally I figured I had better just LEAVE as the next step was a full-on crew cut, something I NEVER wanted. After all was said and done, I had pretty much the WORST haircut imaginable – very short on the sides with something resembling a MULLET in the front. At least it was cheap – 2 bucks for the 30 minutes in the barber’s chair – but I KNEW I would have to get another haircut to make up for it, and the only alternative I’d probably have would be to get my head shaved. Ugh.
I’m not sure if it was coincidence or not, but after that haircut, there were two separate incidents where some young Indo dude would approach me walking down the street offering to spend some time with me… DOUBLE UGH! Each time THIS happened, I could only imagine my asshole barber sitting back and laughing his ass off!
Eventually I decided to head back to the hotel and meet up with Mx and Bafana to head out for the evening, but I decided to check out the late Saturday afternoon pickings at the booking places on the way. I saw signs for a place called Britanic KTV, but I couldn’t initially figure out where it was when I went looking for it. Finally I had to ask someone at an open bar, and they directed me to it, luckily without following me there to collect a commission.
When I walked into Britanic there were MAYBE half a dozen girls left there, none even slightly interesting looking, and I was hearing Mx’s voice ringing in my head about having slim pickings in the booking places on weekends and kicking myself for not covering my bases earlier in the day when the focus was solely on short time. But I was bailed out a bit (or so I thought) when a cute young girl emerged from the back with dripping long, wet hair that she was struggling to run a brush through. This girl comPLETELY blew away the looks curve, and I instantly asked the mamasan by my side what her deal was. She saw my interest and tried to give me a hard sell on the girl, but I wanted to talk to her for a bit first.
Of course we didn’t have much of a conversation as her English was in the usual Indo booking girl percentile (i.e. NIL), but we did establish that ice cream was on the menu, and she seemed friendly enough. Oh, and of course she was also showing some pretty impressive sweater meat in addition to being decently cute.
At that point in the evening I figured that it was either booking the girl in hand or waiting several hours for a disco run where I’d probably end up picking my evening’s companion in the dark again – something I wasn’t looking forward to. I figured I’d take my chances with the Britanica girl and paid my 250K (or so, I can’t remember exactly) and we grabbed a taxi back to Island View where we headed straight for the apartment Mx and Bafana were sharing.
My amigos were rather diplomatic in criticizing my haircut and appeared to approve of the cewek I had booked. We all headed to a late dinner at Lucy’s Oarhouse, and the food was decent but seemed a little overpriced.
After dinner my amigos were eager to head out and see the sights, but I was feeling horny and wanting to get inside my date, so I begged off and took her back to the room. Where I was treated to sex that was almost as bad as I’d had with the first girl I’d booked in Batam. I mean this girl was HORRIBLE! Penetration supposedly severely HURT, and I soon found out that she had been completely bullshitting about the ‘ice cream’. FUCK!
Our little wrestling match during penetration led to complete déjà vu about my first session in Batam, and while I certainly didn’t like feeling that I was RAPING my girl, I was also quite horny and had already paid in advance for her ‘services’. I finally took it easy on her, though, crawled off and tried to communicate the best I could in baby talk that SOMEHOW she had BETTER figure out how to get me off in the morning or we were going to have a conversation with mamasan. If penetration was truly that horrible, then she had better turn into the QUEEN of ice cream in the morning.
I really couldn’t believe my luck and started trying to piece together theories about what I was doing wrong while I tried to sleep with my bitchy date next to me while my boner was straining against my shorts. My little princess could tell I was unhappy and did try and cuddle up next to me several times during the night. Who knows, it’s probably worked in the past when she pulled her virgin act on the geriatric crowd who probably just wanted a sleep partner anyway. ME, I was pretty annoyed and kept putting her hands on my hard dick.
I started playing with her tits when I finally had enough tossing and turning around dawn, and soon enough she did FINALLY allow some decent penetration and actually move her ass to accommodate me. I was sooo horny at that point that it didn’t take long to pop, though the idea of grudge fucking her certainly did cross my mind at least a dozen times. Of course as soon as I finished I wanted her GONE, and told her it was pic time and then bye bye. She was reluctant to take pics, but I told her if she wanted taxi money she had better get with the program, and pretty soon she grudgingly let me take a few shots.
When it came time to give her some parting cash, I figured 30K rupiah was farrrrr more than she deserved for being such a HORRIBLE lay, and digging through my pockets, that was the amount I found and handed to her. She looked at me like I had pissed in her coffee. My mouth flew open in SHOCK at her reaction, and my first thought was to start ranting about how HORRIBLE she had been in bed. But rather than argue, I decided to take inventory of my money on hand and noticed I had 5 Sing dollars (very roughly 5,000-1 in the rupiah exchange, so she came out slightly behind on the deal), and I offered that to her instead of the 30K rupiah. She INSTANTLY got very happy, and I while immensely pissed at her horrible attitude, I was happy that she was about to LEAVE. Of course once dressed she wanted taxi money on top of that, and I just laughed and told her to exchange the Sing funny money if she needed taxi fare.
So up early on my supposed last full day in Batam, I caught myself shaking my head several times about what a tough nut the place was to crack as far as ensuring quality mongering experiences: My short time girls had been terrific. My long time girls horrible. I’d been blatantly ripped off at the disco, then had a good time with a GREAT fuck that was only acceptable looking in the dark. I had had some BAD experiences in Batam. But somehow I was still able to laugh it all off and chalk it up to bad luck. I can’t say that I wasn’t excited about leaving the next day to head to the Philippines (my all-time favorite destination), but I still hadn’t written off Batam and was excited about what I might find later on that day/night to hopefully erase some of the bad memories. Imagine my surprise when the next day I was so happy what I wanted to extend my stay!
Photos: Dynasty Short Time 55 56 57
Photos: Britanic Bitchy 58 59 60 61 62